I just got scared and looked around. I found no one there. So i sat relaxingly in chair. Again i heard the same sound. I this time got up from the chair and started walking towards the sound. Then i felt like someone has touched my hand. I suddenly turned that side but i cant see anyone. Then.. The sound came "Hi". I was so scared that i ran into the home and closed all doors and sat where all are busy in doing their works. But i haven't said this to any one because no one would believe me. The next morning i told my brother about this. He laughed so high that the whole village can hear his laugh. That day evening i sat at the same place and this time definitely waiting for that sound. That sound didnt make me wait for much longer. I this time walked towards the sound and felt someone touching my hand. I said "STOP". I think it understood my language because i after i said that the feeling of touch has stopped. I asked "who are you.?". My legs are shivering but i hold them tight so that no one can know that i am scared. Then i heard the lady voice saying "I AM DIYA". I asked again why cant i see u.then she replied i came here to my grndma's funeral. I was so depressed to see my grandma dead.i stayed here for some days with her memories. After some days my friends came to visit me. I took them to show our village. As we were roaming in the fields i slipped my leg and fell in the deep well. I dont know how to swim. My friends too tried a lot to save me.. But their hardwork has no use. I DIED.. She said in a low voice. Then i asked her again why are u talking only with me in the whole village. I tried talking to the whole village people but nobody listens to my voice. Yesterday i made a try that can you hear my voice or not. But luckily you heard it. I was so lonely and i still don't know why the god has not taken me up.